He gets his wish

The lock clicks, the door opens. Emilie's eyes pop open and she jumps up in bed. By the time the door swings all the way open she's standing on the bed and wielding a kitchen knife and a cutting board like a dagger and shield.

Patrick asks "Is this a bad time?"

Emilie drops everything and runs at him, wrapping Patrick in a bear hug.

"Ow, ow ow!"

"Oh, no. You're hurt! What did he do to you? Here, come and sit down."

From your position on the couch you quietly close and lock the door to give her the impression someone else escorted Patrick to her room.

As Emilie starts checking his wounds Patrick spins his story. "It was supposed to be simple enough, grab a pair of twins from some mansion a few towns away. I had a little wand that knocked people out, too. One of them and the brother went down without a hitch, but the other girl..."

"What was the mage doing?"

"I'm not sure exactly. He needed to do something to the magic wards. I get the feeling he couldn't come in or else someone would know it was him. That's why he wanted me to do the dirty work."

"But you did it? I'm, I'm..."

"Safe? Yes, I'd say so. The mage seems awfully pleased with a pair of identical twins to experiment on. The brother wasn't supposed to be home, the maid wasn't supposed to wake up, but he was smiling about them. They're like a bonus or something."

"I've been so worried," says Emilie as she checks the last of his injuries. "If you didn't come back... oh, God, if you didn't come back I couldn't, oh..." She gets redder and redder as she tries to say whatever it was she was trying to say. When she can't she settles for wrapping her arms around Patrick again and giving him a much more careful hug.

"Aw, don't start crying. We're fine, he's busy. He even said he wouldn't need me as much for a while, so I can have lunches off and visit you in the middle of the day."

Rather than giving him an answer Emilie looks at Patrick for a long time, then gives him a kiss on the lips. "I was so angry," she says in a whisper, "before all of this. I'm so sorry now. I shouldn't have treated you like that."

"Ummm, when?" Patrick asks as he begins rubbing her back and neck.

"Since we got caught. And then after the mage... I shouldn't have been like that. You needed me, you were hurting. I couldn't think of anyone but me. I'm sorry."

She gives him another kiss, then another. Then Emilie wriggles her way onto Patrick's lap. Patrick may be two inches taller than Doe, but Emilie is two inches taller than him. With the extra height boost from sitting on Patrick's lap she's able to rest her chin on top of his head and rest her cousin's chin on her breasts.

"Oh Emilie, don't tease me like this," says Patrick as she cuddles with him.

"I'm not teasing. I was wrong, I'm sorry. I was just so worried about what everyone would think. But we're far, far from home now."

"Are you saying..."

Emilie somehow pulls him even closer, so his head is buried between her hefty double D's. "Yes, I'm saying 'Pretty please, could you carry me to bed Patrick?'"

He lifts her up quite easily. He sits her on the bed and slowly, seductively explorers her curves, removing the thin nightshirt she was wearing. Emilie, for her part, takes turns removing bits of Patrick's clothing and exploring his face, his neck, his chest with her fingers. When she brushes her hands higher and touches his ear Patrick says "Oh, yes, that felt good."

"This?" she asks, gently grabbing both of his ears and massaging them. When Patrick lets out a long purr Emilie laughs and says "Looks like your ears are sensitive in more ways than one."

They spend a minute or so exploring each other's bodies and slowly removing the remainder of Patrick's clothes. When he's finally naked Emilie's jaw drops as she sees his new catboy enhanced manhood. She reaches out carefully and explores it. "It's so different," she says. "Does it feel alright?"

"Oh, yeah. It feels more than 'alright' right now."

"It's quite long."

"Mmmm, thank you."

She pushes back the furred sheath, revealing the fleshy barbs. "Oh!" She's obviously not that happy with how Patrick's cock has changed, but she's fighting to keep from spoiling the mood. "I... um... I haven't seen a man's <ahem> manhood for quite a while. Not since we all went to the lake a few summers ago."

"Really? So wait, you've never 'been' with someone?"

She gives him a kiss and says "I guess none of them ever measured up. Maybe I wasn't quite over a certain somebody."

"Wow. It's funny, I've never done this either."

"Not even with Shelly?!?"

"No, hell no! Everybody seemed to think I was with Shelly, but that girl was a golddigger and totally untrustworthy. She spread her legs for anyone who spent on her, but she didn't even have the common courtesy to stick to one guy when she went out with him. I never wanted a girl like that."

"So neither of us knows what we're doing?" she asks with a grin.

Patrick pushes her back, till she's lying flat on the bed. Then he rubs her inner thighs gently until she spreads her legs. "I know exactly what I'm going to do."

He sinks into her, the tapered head of his shaft helping guide him into her sopping wet pussy. A few more strokes and some kissing later and Patrick has managed to get balls deep in his cousin's fertile pussy. He takes it long and slow, savoring her body as she savors his. As the pace picks up Emilie's head starts to twist from side to side and then she tenses, letting out an almighty moan.

"Yes, baby!" she pants.

"Call me uncle" Patrick replies with a toothy grin.

Emilie sighs and cries "Oh uncle Patrick, please don't cum in your naughty niece!"

That line pushes Patrick over the edge and he pushes as deep as he can, probably tickling her cervix as he unleashes his pent up seed.

Emilie freezes up, looking shocked. Patrick takes the opportunity to pull out, lift her hips off the bed and throw her legs over his shoulders. Before she can say anything he starts using his rough cat tongue on her clit.

Whatever the 'niece' was going to say is lost as her body bucks through another orgasm, then another. By the time Patrick stops she's incoherent. He just lies next to her in bed, gives her a kiss and snuggles. Emilie just lies there for a minute or so, then she pulls him closer.